Reima "Sigh, eventually this'll be useful. But until then I have to keep at it." He says to himself quietly as he looks at a small bubbling distillery type machine in the corner of his room. "Almost done..."

After another half hour he extracts the distillery and revealing a small vial of Doppler Mutagen Reima had managed to acquire a genetic sample before they burned it's body. In the game mutagens were treated as swappable power-ups that Geralt can use to improve his signs, attack power or endurance. Outside of the game it's complete different, only a select few unique Witcher can actually use Mutagens without dying or becoming terribly sick. Geralt is one of those few, due to how adaptable his body is and the further experiments he was subjected to he can apply around 12 mutagens before his body starts rejecting them, causing a litany of issues.

The Mutagens also have different effects from the game, for Geralt they only seem to increase his strength, speed, endurance and his bodies healing properties. The issue here is, for someone with a more adaptable body than Geralt the effects will be rather different... Instead of just increasing physical attributes, the Mutagens can cause mutations of varying strength.

Vesemir once told of a story of a Witcher who tried to integrate a Warg's genetic material, he speculates that he is the possible origin of some werewolves.

Now, unlike the game you can't just swap out Mutagens you don't like for those you do. To get rid of Mutagens you need to take a potion that completely flushes your system, thus removing all Mutagens you had effecting you. Also destroying all of them in the process.

Reima is weary about the possible effects the Doppler Mutagen might have on him but decides to take the risk due to the System Flush potion next to him. He breaths a slow sigh as he empties the vial into a rather vicious looking needle that he had to have custom made from the best blacksmith and craftsman in the city.

He injects the Mutagen into his neck and waits for the change... Waiting.. Waiting... PAIN!

Pain shoots through his body as he feels like his skin is crawling and his internal organ are s.h.i.+fting. Dropping onto his bed, he writhes in pain for an hour or two while sweating buckets. Eventually the pain starts to calm an Reima sits up and inspects his body... No noticeable change, he sighs at the possibly useless Mutagen and thinks about what could have gone wrong, as he ponders he notices an unfamiliar sensation coming from the top of his head... Or more likely, his hair.

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Reima looks at the mirror and spots his normal shoulder length white hair, still tied up into a bun at the back. He notices a few stray strands moving in peculiar ways, he wishes they would stop so he could find what's changed when suddenly the freeze mid air. He tries again, he wills his hair to move, it does. "If this is all the Mutagen has given than I am thoroughly disappointed." He decides to run a number of tests on himself for a couple hours and eventually comes up with some vague results.

Reima is able to control the growth and movement of his hair and nails, his body also can heal wounds faster due to it's new found flexibility. Reima can't find a single use for his ability to control the hair and nails on his body and sighs, "I'll just be happy I didn't turn into a monster or something, the regenerative abilities are pretty useful though."

Reima has decided to leave soon, he has enough money to buy some new armour, horse and maybe a book about basic magics to read on the journey.

He thinks about the armour that would be most effective against monsters and decides a long surcoat that covers his ankles and other important tenons. Possibly some plating on the shoulders, wrists and chest to prevent instant death... He visits the blacksmith, who seems rather unhappy to see him due to the extraordinarily difficult task of creating a needle without the specific tools.

Blacksmith "Whatdeya want lad?"

Reima "I need some armour made, youknow to stop me being torn apart by monsters... And those dreaded Dopplers." The blacksmith gives a laugh while remembering the t.i.tle of Doppler slayer the populace had given Reima;

Blacksmith "Al-rite, what kinda of armour are ye tinking?"

Reima tells him he needs a leather surcoat that is very damage resistant, with plating that covers, his shoulders, wrists and chest but still allows for maximum flexibility. He also requests that the surcoat be dark green.

The blacksmith thinks about his request and replies "I can have it done in a week, let me just get your measurements first."

After all is said and done, Reima pays the blacksmith half now and will pay half once the order is completed.

He starts looking for a library and finds one that contains almost all kinds of knowledge... Apart from magic. Reima decides to find a horse in a couple of days, no sense in buying one only to stuff it in the stables for a week.